Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
“Open his browser. Go to the corporate portal.”
Sofia’s hands trembled so badly she could barely type. Her fingers felt like foreign objects, clumsy and disobedient. The screen glowed, a stark, white rectangle of judgment. She navigated to the site, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs.
“The password is in the book,” Lucas prompted, his voice a low hum in her ear. “Read it to me.”
With a sob, she picked up the black book. Her eyes scanned the pages, filled with Alejandro’s neat, precise handwriting. She found it. A string of letters and numbers. She read it aloud, her voice a cracked whisper.